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Jun 2014
She'd heard it said
that love was a scar
that stretched like
a smile, a cherry
red corner of
a mouth, pulled
wide, teeth
shattering as
they are revealed
individually,
white porcelain
cracking, and
lips barely moving
as they whisper
in time to a
heartbeat, beating
I love you
Emma Elisabeth Wood
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Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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